Ryan was ready to cum, and he would’ve love nothing more than to shoot off into that warm, wet mouth of hers, but he wanted this to last, and with the Thanksgiving vacation ending soon, he knew if he didn’t fuck her tonight, he might never get the chance again.
He reluctantly let her up, then picked her up and practically dropped her on the hood of Marie’s Charger. He took off her shoes, socks, and pants. His cock raged the whole time. He rubbed it against her thigh once her pants were off, then after ripping her panties away, rubbed it against her bushy little pussy. She spread her legs wide for him, and he pulled her down to the edge of the hood so he could enter her. They were both so wet that he slid rather quickly considering how impossibly tight she was.
Once inside, Ryan could barely move. He waited for her to adjust to him, leaning over and kissing her, playing with her nipples, running his hands all over her, but not pumping. When she was ready, she started grinding her hips, but Ryan quickly took over. Ariel was just too tight and hot and wet. Grunting, he fucked her quickly and hard, getting in ten strokes more than he thought possible, and then another twenty. He knew he’d cum any second. Ariel whispered to him as she watched his face contort with pleasure, but he couldn’t hear her. He grabbed her thighs, lifted and spread them, and pounded away into the 19 year old box. She was so small, under 5 foot and 90 pounds, that he imagined his big cock must have reached her stomach each time he drove home.
She reacted with desperate gasps and by clawing at the hood of the shaking and even squeaking car. She bit her lower lip, and her tiny tits jiggled. Her mouth continued to whisper words to Ryan that he couldn’t hear over his own heavy breathing. Finally she put a hand to her clit and attacked it, arched her back on the hood of the car, and sucked in deep breaths as she tried to make herself climax.
Ryan beat her to it. He growled and barked as he slammed into her a few last times before pulling out and jerking himself off over her pussy. One, two, then three thick ropes of white cum spit all the way to her forehead and left a fully connected, intertwining trail down her neck, across her breasts, over her flat tummy, and ending in the furry bush hiding her engorged clit. Two of the streams landed over both her eyebrows and eyelids, ran down either side of her nose, and crossed at her lips. One of them started in her hair over her left ear and ran down her cheek.
A burst of sperm droplets followed, covering all the areas in between from her head to her hips. Ryan was screaming through clenched teeth the whole time, his fist tight on his cock as it spewed ninety-minute’s worth of built up spunk. He came for so long that some of his jizz had run along Ariel’s ribs and dribbled down the hood of the Charger while he was still spewing.
The whole time the cum was raining down on her, Ariel reacted as if she didn’t even know it was happening. Still rubbing furiously at her clit, Ariel’s hand and forearm were also covered with cum, but she needed her own climax, and the sperm shower she’d just gotten wasn’t about to slow her down. She wasn’t exactly close to orgasm–being fucked on the hood of the car had been fun but also painful as her sweaty skin kept sticking to and pulling at the metal, but she was afraid if she stopped touching herself now she might never get back to this point. She tensed her body, then used the cum on her fingers to lube her clit. She looked to Ryan one last time before closing her eyes, and saw that he was still jerking himself, though no longer shooting cum.